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And I'm ready for it. The country has been fun, but the group I'm with is a nightmare. Example:

Girl #1: (twirls hair) I don't wanna go to lunch. I'm not hungry. I'm just gonna have my Snickers bar that I bought earlier.

Girl #2: (dramatic sigh) Yaaah. I told myself I'd like, lose weight on this trip but I just keep eating. Let's go to the beach and get tan!

Girl #3: I'm not using sunscreen today. Yay!

Girl #4: Let's go get ice creams.

Girls nos. 1-3: Okay!

Me: ...

Needless to say, I've been doing a lot of exploring by myself. Walked to Po Nagar the other day. About 4 kilometers round trip, but I got to see non-tourist areas of Vietnam (the lack of access to such has been my major regret about this tour) and the return put me on the streets just as the schools appeared to be getting out, which meant that I was mobbed by tons of K-12 kids waving and calling out "Hello, hello!" as I walked by. Very cool stuff.

Tomorrow I hop on the bus and go to the Cambodian border.

That will be all.
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Occurred in Ha Noi city on the 28th, during our visit to Ho Chi Minh's mausoleum. (PS: One Dead Guy down, three to go!) Seriously, Coolest moment of my LIFE. )

I mean, how fucking cool is that?

That will be all.
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Korean Internet cafes don't allow access to lj. I discovered four days ago, to my dismay, that hotels in north central Vietnam block access to...(drumroll, please):

1) Livejournal
2) Hotmail
3) YahooMail
4) Gmail

Thus, my radio silence.

I'm going to be doing a lot of mini-updates, as I've got about five days worth of backlogged entries. Let's see how many I get through before someone else comes looking for the net.

That will be all.
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I find myself rather bemused by this country, where transportation and commerce work just like China, but where I (ironically) can't read any of the signs. The guidebooks wax ecstatic about the Old Quarter; I find it to be a po' man's Fuxingmen. I'm sure this will all chance once I'm outside of the tourist trap areas and into the actual tourist areas.

It is a point of pride and satisfaction that the motorcab drivers leave me the heck alone (when compared to other tourists)--I must not look like a typical n00b visitor. In a related note, I was hit by my first motorcyclists within 60 minutes of having left the hotel. They appeared to be high school students (probably too young and unlicensed) and were much more terrified after the fact that I was. (Aside from the obvious discomfort of unsuspectingly having a motorcycle's front wheel shove itself between my buttocks, I was unscathed--the kids couldn't have been going more than 5km/hr at the time.)

Took a long walk around the city this afternoon to get a feel for how things work before I start trying to buy food/transportation/items. Again, it's a lot like China, but with French colonial architexture, signs in the Roman alphabet, and the occasional palm tree. My suspicions that I am an East--not South--Asian personality grow ever stronger.

At any rate, some picspam. )

That will be all.

ETA: Wrote this entry two days ago but photosuckit refused to load, thus preventing me from picspamming you at the time.


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